In the western residence of the imperial ground, a slender woman modestly dressed in white raised from her seat.
Her clothes were without spectacular designs, looking plainer than a eunuch's, but her identity was unique. The simplicity of her clothes failed to hide it, and the grace with which she carried herself emphasized it.
A piece of plain cloth covered her eyes. She took off her blindfold, and a stunning view was revealed.
The maids gasped as the sight of her fell into their eyes. This wasn't the first time they saw her, but they felt like they would never stop feeling amazed by how perfect she looked.